Back N Forth (feat. Borleone)

Slopes with the alley-hoop, ****, ha

Big slopes with the alley-oop

Uh-huh, walk down with the stick

Too many bodies, had to catch my Bentley

Uh, walk down, it's a track meet, bitch

Servin' junkies on the back streets, bitch

Funeral home, goop, this that piss

My shooter's retarded, hit him with the stick

Goon rich, I had to water like fish

Two twin bitches, turn my hater's twin

Borleone came with a sniper

**** hit him up in a white truck

I move like Obama, young **** in a black truck

Servin' my junkies that drop, it go no cut

If we hit the block, young **** put that dope up

Back on the block and I serve out the Rover

Skrrt, skrrt, feds get behind, put the pole up

Angel dust mix the dope with baking soda

Goon rich, I got bricks across the border

You say that's your shooter, but he off the water

Slide on his block, make it rain water

Hit me a stain, pull of in a foreign

Goon rich Urkle, hide the bricks in the foreign

He say he the plug, but that **** cordless

Catch me a body, Quill had the forty

Hundreds and fifties, still saving quarters

Call my young ****, throw in the water

Come in my trap house, come with no quarters

Sippin' on lean, **** sippin' on oil

Shippin' them packs right there cross the border

Young **** came with a pipe

Hundred round drum and it came with a light

It's a shootout ****, I ain't bringing a knife

I'm poppin' the Perc's and I'm servin' the ice

Uh, I got the Glock in my drawers

Junkies comin' so I'm servin' 'em all

Beatin' the block up, hit the mall

Whippin' them chickens, Thanksgiving, fall

You ain't even know I had it in the mall

Late night creepin', had to fuck 'em all

Givency and Balmains, no Lacoste

I'm fuckin' that bitch, I pin her on the wall

Uh, Borleone thirty round, ain't no knife sticks

Servin' them junkies right there out a damn Lyft

Hundred round drum, bitch, I can't tote a fifty clip

I need a bad bitch, fat ass, thick hips

Kick in your door, ****, where you live?

Get hit with this dick, ****, fuck a lil' kid

I trap on the Glock, I can't fuck with the sigs

I'm smokin' OG and you smokin' on cigs

Uh, ****, call me Aaron Rogers

I'm throwin' them bombs, ****, and they problems

Put down the gun, ****, that's a problem

I'm sippin' while Keisha had to fuck my doctor

Shoot at his brother, **** was a op

Hit me a lick, I pull of in the charger

Fuckin' that bitch, I hit her at the opera

I'm shootin' that chopper, soundin' like maracas

Sippin' that lean, I'm sippin' out the bottle

Servin' them junkies, servin' them the bottle

Bitch, I'm Goon rich, I'm fuckin' on a model

**** be clonin' me, I'm the father

Stealin' my swag, I should have been a father

Pull off in foreign, me and her new rocker

I was down bad, I had to shoot the chopper

Hundred band jug, I'm petty like my father